It’s 11 pm and I’m dragging ass to make the 5 year old’s lunch for Kindergarten tomorrow. Grab the backpack and a bunch of papers fall out. Groan, DH did pickup Friday so I’m annoyed at him for not checking the bag after school.
I sit down by the front door to collect the scraps of construction paper and reach in to get the rest. My hand touches something cold and wet, snot texture but also solid. I scream, DH comes running, and I look in to find the core from the pear 🍐 he ate as his snack three damn mornings ago! WHY WHY WHY would he put it back in there?! 🤢🤬
So now I’m giving his backpack a whore’s bath in the kitchen sink bc of course it’s “spot clean only.” It’s too late to drink s
Granted the steaks came already bacon wrapped, but husband fucking reset the timer without telling me “bc it was set on HIS iPad which is weird” and now they are overdone. Twat. He’s also whining that he’s been eating shitty this week and that I made Mac and cheese as the side in addition to broccoli. He said absolutely no to the crab cakes.
We’re eating in separate rooms. Me at the gorgeous dining set that I’m still making payments on and him on the living room couch.
Fuck me for trying to have a nice New Year’s dinner after he shit all over my idea of going out to eat. Good thing I’ve already started in on my champagne.
Edited to add: He’s now left for work, small angry toddler is in
Hooray :/. I have such a weak gag reflex when it comes to this, I was gagging while getting him out of bed and he’s screaming “you’re doing it too!!!”
So much laundry. Hubs stripped the bed while I washed the small man off but put it all into the machine without wiping or removing , ahem, solids, PLUS a laundry basket of other clothes! So you can imagine the inside of my machine right now.
Time for a vat of coffee and a cigar in the snow during nap time.